Peter was driving in his black Honda Civic down Cassandra Avenue one warm spring Friday evening where the temperature was about 50. It was just starting to get dark, about 7 PM. He had his car window open half way, as he was wearing his black leather jacket. He had shoulder length blonde hair with a dirty blonde mustache and beard and complementary blue eyes. He was about 5 months away from his 60th birthday and had been divorced for about 5 years after filing for constructive abandonment.
He figured he'd stop the home of his buddy & now former colleague, Rob, to return a book he had borrowed from Rob a few months earlier, and find out how things were going with Rob's new job, and maybe have a beer. Rob had moved on to another job within the past month, and since Peter had finally finished reading the book, he thought the timing might be good to get caught up with his buddy. Cassandra Avenue was a long suburban street, cross streets of which were mostly dead ends that were few and far between. It was a nice neighborhood, where the size and appearance of most of the houses suggested they were owned by double income families.
Chief of Police, Officer Ruth Porter was a 64 year old widow who was just waiting to turn 65 before she would retire. She loved her job and thought she was doing good for the community by having been a dedicated police officer for a little over 30 years. Her precinct and the two neighboring precincts had a combined 5 women on the police force. Though one of them was in her early 60's, Ruth was the eldest and the chief of police, and respected by the others as such.
Ruth had lost her husband about two years ago, and it hadn't been easy for her. She thought staying active and continuing to be on the police force would do her good to help her cope, as it made her feel good to be serving the community she loved. She felt proud to wear her navy blue uniform, decorated as that of a chief of police's uniform would be, with the four stars on each side, and a few milestone medals.
At the same time, the loss of her husband and the stress that had come along with being in law enforcement had started to take its toll on her. It was affecting her decision making, which caused her fellow officers and direct reports to become concerned. Though the duties involved with being chief of police often kept her behind a desk, she still occasionally did patrol duty in her cruiser when officers were sick, on vacation, or occasionally when requesting back-up. As the work schedules permitted, a fellow officer from a neighboring precinct, usually female, would hang with her in a 2nd cruiser. Since Ruth was up there in years, fellow officers were always looking out for her, and ready to provide assistance whenever she would need it.
On this particular evening, Ruth was alone in her cruiser, parked on one of the side streets at the corner of Cassandra Avenue, which had a stop sign at the intersection. She saw Peter's black Honda pull up to the stop sign and stop. Since it was not yet dark, she was able to see a good part of his face with his blonde hair and beard, before he resumed driving down Cassandra Avenue. She became excited instantly, started her car and immediately turned the corner, and turned on her lights, with the intent that she was going to pull him over.
Peter saw the lights in his rear view mirror and went to pull over, thinking the police car would just pass him and proceed to where it was rushing. He figured since he made a complete stop (especially having seen the police car parked at the corner), that he wasn't being pulled over.
But the police car pulled behind him.
Peter shut off the motor, and put his hands on the steering wheel so the officer could see them and that he wasn't reaching for anything. He was shocked at why he was being stopped. He knew he couldn't have been speeding, for he practically had just taken off from a stopped position, and didn't really have a chance to get up to the 30 mile an hour speed limit. He knew he came to a complete stop at the stop sign. He thought maybe because he hadn't put his lights on yet, although the headlights are always on.
Ruth called for back up before getting out of her cruiser. Peter was nervous and confused, as she approached his car with one hand on her holster. He was a little surprised that the officer was a woman, an older one at that, and apparently high ranking with all the stars between the collar and the shoulders. Unbeknownst to Peter, the four stars on each side meant she was a chief of police.
When Chief Ruth got to the car window, she asked Peter where he was going and where he came from. He told her he was on his way to his friend's house to return a book. She looked over at it as it lay on the passenger car seat. After telling her what he thought she wanted to know and not seeing any harm in it, she asked him to step out of the car. Confused and nervous, he complied. "Could you come open the trunk, please?", she asked as she walked to the back of his car. He was afraid to reach in and use the lever to open the trunk as he normally did, since she might think he would be reaching in for a weapon. So he used the button on the key. He wasn't used to using the remote on the trunk door, so he had a little trouble. Finally he held the end button on the key down for a few seconds, and the trunk door slowly started to automatically lift.
Ruth saw a toolbox right near the end. After putting on white cotton gloves, she opened it. She lifted up the tray that sat on top, and saw a roll of silver duct tape underneath among various wrenches and a few screwdrivers. That was all she needed to see. She believed she had her man.
As a confused and nervous Peter stood by with his hands at his sides, Ruth reached into a black leather pouch on the right side of her belt, causing the button to pop open. She took out a pair of handcuffs with her right hand, and grabbed Peter's left arm with her left hand and drew it behind him.
"You're under arrest for the suspicion of home invasion, rape, and assault. You have the right to remain silent...", as a shocked Peter found himself suddenly handcuffed. He remained silent, partly due to shock, partly due to fear that something he might say might be used against him. Even though he knew he had done nothing wrong, he felt powerless to law enforcement. They had the guns; they had the power. He believed that if they wanted to, they could twist things in such a way that would result in bad consequences for him. So he felt he was basically at the officer's mercy.
At that moment, another police car showed up with its lights on and parked behind Ruth's cruiser. It was Officer Julie, who was 37 and had slightly long dirty blonde hair. She was from one of the neighboring precincts, but she was close to Ruth, as they had partnered together off and on over the years.
"Yup, that looks like him. Good job, Chief Ruth!", sounding a bit relieved that a man they had been looking was now finally in police custody.
"I need to search him", Ruth said.
"You mean you didn't pat him down before you cuffed him?", a somewhat surprised Julie asked.
"I wanted to get cuffs on him while it was just him and me. I thought it would be safer to frisk him after."
Officer Julie was one of Ruth's colleagues who had been starting to question her recent judgement and decision making. But at the same time, she was glad Ruth was acting in the interest of her own safety, as an older lady trying to take in a suspect to a violent crime who could very well be dangerous.
As Peter stood there handcuffed, Chief Ruth began by reaching into his jacket pockets. Then she reached inside his unzipped jacket and patted him around his upper torso over his tee shirt. Aside from a doctor during his physical exams and a few masseuses on rare occasion, Peter hadn't really been touched in a long time. As Chief Ruth ran her hands over his upper torso, especially down his sides, his cock unconsciously started becoming erect. It was making him uncomfortable as it grew bent in his pants, unable to stretch out straight to achieve its full length.
